The last workshop is over. Number five. I was lucky to have the neighbouring group joining my group from the start because few people showed up. My colleague volunteered to take his students with him. Pre-liminally, the group was lined outside the door in the same way as the other days. I began the listening part while they were in the line with eyes closed. They were asked to spread…
The workshop is developing. (…) Today, two tables were placed staggered in the centre of the room. Writing stations on either side with blotter pads, paper, pen and different colour ink. On two other tables remaining along the wall, books and texts were laid out. Print out pages were omitted and only colour-bound books with silk ribbon bookmarks were available to read from. (…) Both of today’s workshops had an…
(Excerpts) IN THE CORRIDOR smiling faces, some well-known, some of strangers, quiet concentration. Faces line up. Hands handling phones. Anticipation rising. Stomach churning, but eye contact, yes, eye contact, easily found. Lean on it. Lean on what is light. Right: warm hand on veiled shoulder, sweaty shoulder, frail or strong shoulder. (…) What consideration! What support – for all doubt, For meager voices, For me For life in this Cube…
I go through the exit rituals of preparing the bed for the next visitor, leaving the notebook in the archive with the charming Mode, waiting on the staircase with other students who are terminating their stay. The process is long and demanding on my patience, but I talk with some of the people I have met at this school. We smile, we hug, we do not want it to end,…
